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Accelerando
“If you don’t breathe, cry out, or sing through your
writing--then don’t write it.”--Anais Nin
When your Muse wakes you from a nap,
it’s not a trap;
for your dreams need to be captured,
your heart enraptured.
Your bold pen wants to be brilliant,
the thoughts resilient.
Words will shine like bright pigment,
inner voice recorded in print,
your ideas burnished in tint.
It’s not a trap--your heart enraptured, the thoughts resilient.
Glenn Buttkus
Posted over at dVerse Poets Pub MTB
where De has us writing the Ovillejo.
21 comments:
Wow, this is impressive. You wrote an excellent Ovillejo, and the message rings true! It does indeed make one's heart feel good when one is inspired to write the words.
I have to agree with Mary... so well done... you should write to form more often, sometimes it's not a bad thing to condense your thoughts...
Ahhhh. You have played with this form before, yes? ;) Well done!
I LOVE the idea of "ideas burnished in tint."
Wow!! Inspired :D
Full of energy and vibrant with bright pigment ~ You rock the short form Glenn ~ Kudos ~
That last line turned out wonderfully!
Makes me want to grab my pen and write... Love the message.
Ah the optimistic poet, and yet no mention of coffee -- the elixir of the muses! :-)
Oh, I can relate to this poem as my muse likes to play at various hours of the day. Your dreams do need to be captured. How are you Glenn?
Wow...something to cherish!
Very good indeed - you have a knack for this form! And such a lovely message too.
Excellent! You've captured your thoughts, resilient, burnished, in this demanding form. Love the image - love the idea of being awakened with the idea and the need to move to the pen! Been there - suddenly awakened in a dream that cries out to be written or lost. Enjoyed this one!
Fantastic work with the form!
Many writers seem to love to be awakened from a dream to scribble down their ideas. Not me, leave me to sleep! Excellent work here, Glenn.
I love this! It reflects the writing of my second ovillejo for the prompt. I wrote lines 1-4 and 6 before going to bed. Then as I was about to drift off to sleep I thought of the rhyming words for lines 8 and 9, but was too tired to get up and write them down. But they were resilient and were still there when I awoke this morning to finish the poem. Peace, Linda
Great use of the form. Although my muse had failed me at times, I have to admit that she's granted me with much.
yeah...one has to listen to the Muse...brilliantly done...
Muses free
Muses sold
Muses bought
Muses freed..
i would condense
my soUl.. but the
muse of heARt
is much too
great
to
priSon
TRULY
FREE
spiRit..
wheRe short
becomes long
and long becomes
short.. each dance
step.. each word..
aLL pArt of
InFiniTy
NOW
wHere
aLL iS
MUSE
FREE
MUSE
am
i..:)
Amazing how many "brilliant" thoughts pass through your mind as you're falling asleep--only to be trapped just beneath the surface of remembrance as you awaken.
LOVE THIS! And reading it at such an apropos time for me...WoW. Thank you. Presently, I'm Weary on a Mind Quest, again (but clawing my way out..:)
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